Boy, I almost went to sleep without posting this. Sorry. I got caught up in the New York Yankees and Boston Red Sox game. It was great! Loved seeing my Jeter bring in some runs *happy dance* And even better that they won 15 -9 !!!! Whoo hoo!
As you can see, I resized my banner and it's back in place. I added a couple more places on my fav. blog and sites, though lately I haven't had a lot of time to even play. But the MFRW Excerpt Book I've been putting together is completed. Now just waiting to get it converted into other formats. Oh, and I changed my banner for my website also. Stop by and take a look.
Okay, on with the story. This part is longer and meant only for those over 18...and even then I toned it down, but gave poor Zack and Ryan a little down/fun time. Enjoy. (Ps...please forgive any typos)
“Are you sure your father doesn’t mind this?” Zack asked, his gaze darting around the room, getting a feel of the man who’d once occupied this space.
“Didn’t you see how ecstatic he was to have house guests?” Ryan chuckled. “I swear. Since he sold his law firm and retired, he’s got way too much time on his hands. He really needs a hobby.”
“I thought it was nice of him to insist that I stay here as well. Charlie had already told me that we could stay with them, but I didn’t have the heart to say no when his eyes were so alive.”
Ryan sighed. “I know. He was really upset when I wouldn’t move here after I got shot. I think he believes taking care of me will give him some purpose in life now that he’s not working.”
Zack sat on the full sized bed on the far side of the room and removed his t-shirt. He felt grimy and his eyes were gritty. Exhaustion had passed hours ago. He felt as if he were running on fumes.
“Well, I won’t be imposing on him much. They are keeping Maria for several days. The doctor wants to observe her and the baby before sending her home. She took care of me, now it’s my turn to return the favor.” He yawned.
Ryan followed suit. They’d both had a long night and morning. However, instead of undressing and crawling into bed, Zack was surprised when Ryan went down on his knees between Zack’s thighs. Arms wrapped tightly around Zack’s waist and Ryan’s head lay on Zack’s chest.
“When I heard the call, I thought I’d lost you forever.”
A lump formed in Zack’s throat and tears welled in his eyes. He had put off his own fear and grief since the doctor announced that Maria was carrying a child. Charlie’s child. Now, feeling safe and in his lover’s embrace, the suppressed emotions broke through the damn.
“I know.” The words were choked. Zack’s hands raised and buried in Ryan’s hair. With eyes closed, he took a long, deep breath. Didn’t want to think about how things would have turned out different if he’d stayed at the apartment.
Ryan raised his head. “I need you.”
Zack opened his eyes and their gazes locked.
“I need to make love to you. Know that you are really alive.”
A tear escaped from Zack’s eye. Though he was beyond tired, he felt the same and craved to feel Ryan’s flesh next to his.
Instead of words, Zack kissed Ryan. Their tongues languidly tangled, neither fighting for domination, but performing an erotic dance the two had experienced many times. The movements and caresses spoke of love and commitment.
Hands began to roam. Ryan’s hands lifted, the touch rocking Zack with goose bumps. Zack in turn started ripping at Ryan’s uniform top. After several clumsy attempts, Ryan pulled away and removed the shirt, utility belt, boots, and socks.
“We are still overdressed.” The corner of Zack’s lips twitched.
Ryan’s hands went to Zack’s waistband. It was only a few breaths before he had Zack’s jeans thrown across the room.
“Better?” He kissed Zack’s abdomen.
Chuckling, Zack laid back on the bed. “You still have your pants.” Having Ryan’s hands on his body, feeling those lips graze his skin, took away the fear, the sight of Maria’s injured body. Ryan was the only one there. Peace.
“Time, lover.” Ryan dipped his head and sucked Zack’s swollen cock into his mouth.
Back arched, hips bucked, and he gasped for air. Heat scorched his body, coursing through every vein and muscle. Need claimed his body and mind.
Ryan used his tongue to stroke and swirl every sensitive spot on his cock. Zack swelled and thought he would explode when Ryan pulled away.
“Damn it,” Zack growled with frustration, fingers curling to grip the comforter none too gently.
Ryan stood and shed his pants. He reached into a bedside drawer and withdrew a bottle of lube and a condom. Zack lifted to his elbows and eyed the objects.
“Expecting to get lucky?”
Ryan shrugged. “I was once a cub scout.”
“That so isn’t funny.”
“I though it was.” Ryan tore open the foil package and rolled it onto his beautifully thick cock while Zack’s gaze watched every movement. “This will be a little cold.”
Zack shivered in anticipation. It was a coolness he craved.
Ryan dropped back to his knees and took Zack back into his mouth with a loud slurp. Zack was quickly lost in desire and moaned when Ryan’s finger invaded his ass. Another joined the first, then a third until Zack was nearly pleading to come as Ryan teased him mercilessly with his fingers and tongue.
“No, no, no,” Zack begged when Ryan pulled away.
“Trust me, this is much better.” Ryan kneeled on the bed and lifted Zack’s legs so they rested on his shoulders. This gave him full access to the tight hole that would soon be stretched.
“I love you, Zack.” Ryan spoke those words just as he slid deep into his lover’s body.
“Shit, Ryan. Yes,” Zack moaned, writhing as Ryan drove his cock in and out. Zack was helpless, at Ryan’s mercy as he fell over the edge of sweet oblivion. He bit his lip to keep from disturbing Ryan’s father, knowing if he allowed his cry out, it would wake the dead. It felt that fucking-tabulous.
Things were a blur for a few seconds after that. Blood tasted bitter in his mouth and his ass felt well used. Then again, he felt as if he were floating on cloud nine. Sated. And loved.
“I love you, too.” Zack closed his eyes, uncaring of their unclothed state or who might walk in on them. Once more warm arms pulled him into a sweet, comforting embrace.
“We’ll be fine. I promise. We’ll make sure he pays.”
The words sounded so far away and sleep claimed Zack. He managed to nod and sigh before he fell under its spell.